"Dad, what's a period?" asked the little girl, having heard the word on the television in the captain's office. Her charming eyes were full of curiosity and sought an answer, looking hopefully at her father.

Price choked on his morning coffee and wiped the remains from his beard. He could swear he could handle any task — kick terrorist ass, save a hundred people — but talking to his little girl about female anatomy was too much, even for him. Tapping his fingers on the table, he looked for a way out. A plan to resolve the situation popped into his head: Laswell.

The captain asked his daughter to wait for him and headed to Kate's office to ask her, as an adult and experienced woman, to tell his child everything a girl her age should know.

"What? No, John, don't even start. I'm busy, ask someone else", - Laswell quickly objected, burying her nose in her documents.

Price walked down the corridor, his shoulders slumped, resigned to the situation. Now he was searching for the right words so as not to overwhelm the little girl, but also not to look like a fool. It was difficult. But just then, you appeared from around the corner. He grabbed you by the shoulder and quickly led you into his office.

"You'll tell my daughter about...", - John frowned, looking at you sternly. "About these women's issues of yours".